Synchronicities have been hot and fast, and I had an eye-fucking or two today, one from a pretty gorgeous Asian girl (no capacity to take any action on it though as I was on moving transport at the time), so I think Wanted is starting to have an effect, its just been slow for me. And I still haven’t had an opportunity to go out to a bar/tavern where I might actually have a chance to speak to someone who engages me. I had hoped tonight would be the night to do that, but after today’s action I’m exhausted.
After the markets my feet and hip were already killing me by that point, and then I misjudged the road I had to walk down to find the bus stop home, and ended up walking another half hour or more in hilly terrain before I found the right one, even with GPS. By that point I was literally crying from the pain. Had to go pick up groceries and wine afterwards (for the pain, ye ken?) and then walk home with my feet and hip still feeling like I’d gone through a crucifixion.
So yeah, I’m upwardly mobile at best tonight.
The funny as fuck thing was that I was praying last night to the BVM, using the phosphene, to help me use WB to find her. At the markets today I met a sweet couple, an Italian lady not quite old enough to be my grandmother but older than my parents, selling off kitch that belonged to their parents. One of those pieces of kitch happened to be a porcelain image of the BVM, her hands clasped in prayer, edged in gold with roses on her gown. I bought it off them for 10 bucks, along with a photo frame that showed an angel and the master sharing communion with someone dressed in a nuns outfit.
I also bought the guy’s mother’s set of mini goblets (they could be a communion set for all I know, I could drain one of those goblets in a single gulp) in a purple felt case.
When I was talking with the Italian grandmother, she was telling me it was a Madonna like I was an imbecile. I pointed out that I had a matching version of her around my neck. She was like “oh, are you a Catholic?” all these thoughts and feelings went through my head, the chief of which was “I don’t fucking like being labeled!” Because when I think of that label I still think of people like my grandparents generation, or the brothers and sisters in the Catholic high school I was sent to without a choice, very dry and mild individuals who are nothing like me. Heck, if you have to label me in that damned box maybe I’m like Daredevil. Except with a lower pain threshold 
Thing is, I separate my faith in a God who came down to Earth and incarnated like a mf avatar from any kind of label because #1 that’s not the only thing I believe and #2 people who did use that label in my past made very piss poor decisions. You could say if they were the marketing team or site reps for the avatar, they really fked up. And also, I just don’t like labels to hem me in. I am me, I am not some religious box you can put me in, I have my own personal relationship with the Creator and I like it that way.
So I smiled at her and said “after a fashion…”
All up I gave that couple 35 bucks to take some of their family heirlooms off their hands and I think they went to a safe place with me.
So bottom line, I went home with some very nice religious and kitchenware paraphernalia as well as a beer mug/glass holder in pewter from another store owner which featured a handle which was a naked woman with her back arched for pleasure, with her hair and feet forming the edges of the handle. The scene engraved around the outside was a Chinese dragon plus pagoda plus bridge over the river style scene. Very nice.
I’m probably going to be moving like a nursing home soul the rest of tonight. And no I didn’t run in to my hearts desire woman down at the markets. Somehow I didn’t think that was going to happen anyway. But at least I got a nice eye fucking or two on my way there and back. Call it a Wanted Hobbits tale or something. LOL. Next week, perhaps.